I Seek in Solitude

She seemed a vision with angelic face

Come floating by on white feet of dream,

Now of her beauty lingers not a trace

Nor soul who could my errant soul redeem.

In silent hours when only her laboured breath

Departing this frail envelope so young

Was heard and the slow stealthy tread of death,

With wonders yet unseen and songs unsung,

Aware that she must leave the form behind

Upon this troubled, fated head did pour

Her love and in my broken heart enshrined

The image of the One I must adore

My tears weighed down her wings of angel-flight

And now I seek in solitude the light.